The Birthday Bash
I don't quite remember when I crossed the line from social being to intraverted nerd.
It was our friend Sri's birthday. My excuses had worn thin and I was being forced out of the books. We stopped off at the LCBO to pick our weapons of choice. While Christine was knocking bottles into her small but competent shopping cart, I roamed the aisles searching for something that didn't have a story already attached to it.
Green Apple Vodka - Finished a bottle with Preety in Waterloo. The night ended with her flashing and me deciding to join the guys at a strip club.
Parrot Bay Rum - First encounter at Mac. While I thought others were sharing the depleting bottle with me, I later realized, head in toilet, that I was the sole supporter.
Tequila - Too homecoming.
Malibu - Too high school.
Finally I chose Raspberry Sour Puss. The source of lesser evil.
The night began harmlessly enough with Christine and Ashley drinking out of a wine glass bigger than my head. Sri was in good spirits - at that stage where everyone is still laughing with you - not at you. We drank, passed around joints, and laughed at Sri's porn collection. All in good fun.
Around 9pm, we decided to catch a cab to the bar. Why so early? Our bar of choice, The Ceeps, promotes its long, unmoving lines. My girls and I get in quickly to start socializing. Stef and I joke about having to put Ash and Christine to bed later that night as it would appear they are already quite a ways down the drunken path. Divya, like me, has a cold and is drinking in moderation.
So we do shots, we dance, we socialize. And then Sri arrives. It couldn't have been more than an hour later than we had left, and yet somehow, Sri had gone from mildly slurring/shouting to unable to stand up straight. He grabs each of us in turn, to give a crushing bear hug and a "Heeyyyyyyyy!".
Unfortunately, people begin buying him shots and this is where things get sloppy. A sufficiently unsober Christine reveals to me that Sri's housemate is my MysteryRower - the guy that Sri and Christine kept telling me he likes me and wants to go out with me. I spot him across the bar and nod approvingly. So maybe being social isn't that bad. Things are looking up.
Sri decides to join us on the dance floor. Inbetween stumbling around to his own imaginery rhythm, he grabs random girls and bear hugs them. Stef reappears after finding some of her frosh (she was a soph) and doing an unknown number of shots. Divya and I sit down off to the side so that I can update her on MysteryRower. There is a loud crash. I turn around to find Sri on the floor with a disgusted girl quickly running away from him. Stef is dancing.....and now making out with my MysteryRower. Ash is off in a corner whispering with our Don from last year. And Christine, of course, is still dancing - none the wiser.
"Dude! Stef is making out with MysteryRower!"
"OH! Really? Tee Hee - that's funny!"
Sri is out of control. Div and I drag him to the heated patio and slide him into a booth with a bunch of Soph and Don people. I head to the bar desperately needing another beer. By the time I return, Sri is nuzzling some girl's tits. She moves away in a hurry and he slides under the booth like a rag doll. Div walks over to help him up and he lunges at her suddenly. Fortunately she moves away in time and he hits his head on the hanging light fixture. He's like a wild animal now, lunging at random people as they walk by. Half the bar is watching in amazement, all thinking the same thing:
"How has he not gotten kicked out yet??" Div whispers angrily to me.
"I have no fucking clue. We got kicked out of GT's on your birthday for taking you to the washroom too many times."
I go check up on my housemates and return to find Sri pleading with a female bouncer. He is escorted out of the bar to a chorus of clapping from the bar. He's smiling and clearly thinks himself to be a drinking god. Div looks at me and tells me she'll go with him. I tell her I'll meet her out there. After unchecking my coat, embarassingly as people are just arriving and checking their coats, I search the bars several times until I find Ash and tell her I have to leave.
I get outside to find the line chuckling as a guy takes pictures of Sri - pants around his knees in the muddy snow with his wet clothes covered in stains.
"Sweet jesus - what the fuck?"
Div comes into view and says "Thank god! He won't get up out of the snow. He's got no money and no cabbie will take him home alone."
"Can you blame them?"
Sri attempts getting up and sees me. He starts slurring about how he's sorry I had to leave the bar.
"Just shut up Sri! We're trying to figure out what the fuck to do with you. Stay on the ground!"
Div and I start offering cabbie's $20 to take him home, which is only a $10 ride. Sri stumbles over and convinves us that the snow is sobering him up. We get him to pull up his pants and hand him the $20 so he can go ask a cabbie to take him home, seemingly sober. A cabbie agrees and Sri opens the door, only to hit himself in the head and fall into the snow bank. The line chuckles. Miraculously, the cabbie still agrees to take him.
Div and I decide to walk back to my place when we spot Ash, Christine, and Stef, who is loaded. I half carry her home, whilst she tells me how great I am but she doesn't want me to see her puke. She ends up puking and then asking innocently, "Did I make out with someone tonight?"
I still don't remember when I crossed the line from social being to intraverted nerd, but now at least I have my reasons.
It was our friend Sri's birthday. My excuses had worn thin and I was being forced out of the books. We stopped off at the LCBO to pick our weapons of choice. While Christine was knocking bottles into her small but competent shopping cart, I roamed the aisles searching for something that didn't have a story already attached to it.
Green Apple Vodka - Finished a bottle with Preety in Waterloo. The night ended with her flashing and me deciding to join the guys at a strip club.
Parrot Bay Rum - First encounter at Mac. While I thought others were sharing the depleting bottle with me, I later realized, head in toilet, that I was the sole supporter.
Tequila - Too homecoming.
Malibu - Too high school.
Finally I chose Raspberry Sour Puss. The source of lesser evil.
The night began harmlessly enough with Christine and Ashley drinking out of a wine glass bigger than my head. Sri was in good spirits - at that stage where everyone is still laughing with you - not at you. We drank, passed around joints, and laughed at Sri's porn collection. All in good fun.
Around 9pm, we decided to catch a cab to the bar. Why so early? Our bar of choice, The Ceeps, promotes its long, unmoving lines. My girls and I get in quickly to start socializing. Stef and I joke about having to put Ash and Christine to bed later that night as it would appear they are already quite a ways down the drunken path. Divya, like me, has a cold and is drinking in moderation.
So we do shots, we dance, we socialize. And then Sri arrives. It couldn't have been more than an hour later than we had left, and yet somehow, Sri had gone from mildly slurring/shouting to unable to stand up straight. He grabs each of us in turn, to give a crushing bear hug and a "Heeyyyyyyyy!".
Unfortunately, people begin buying him shots and this is where things get sloppy. A sufficiently unsober Christine reveals to me that Sri's housemate is my MysteryRower - the guy that Sri and Christine kept telling me he likes me and wants to go out with me. I spot him across the bar and nod approvingly. So maybe being social isn't that bad. Things are looking up.
Sri decides to join us on the dance floor. Inbetween stumbling around to his own imaginery rhythm, he grabs random girls and bear hugs them. Stef reappears after finding some of her frosh (she was a soph) and doing an unknown number of shots. Divya and I sit down off to the side so that I can update her on MysteryRower. There is a loud crash. I turn around to find Sri on the floor with a disgusted girl quickly running away from him. Stef is dancing.....and now making out with my MysteryRower. Ash is off in a corner whispering with our Don from last year. And Christine, of course, is still dancing - none the wiser.
"Dude! Stef is making out with MysteryRower!"
"OH! Really? Tee Hee - that's funny!"
Sri is out of control. Div and I drag him to the heated patio and slide him into a booth with a bunch of Soph and Don people. I head to the bar desperately needing another beer. By the time I return, Sri is nuzzling some girl's tits. She moves away in a hurry and he slides under the booth like a rag doll. Div walks over to help him up and he lunges at her suddenly. Fortunately she moves away in time and he hits his head on the hanging light fixture. He's like a wild animal now, lunging at random people as they walk by. Half the bar is watching in amazement, all thinking the same thing:
"How has he not gotten kicked out yet??" Div whispers angrily to me.
"I have no fucking clue. We got kicked out of GT's on your birthday for taking you to the washroom too many times."
I go check up on my housemates and return to find Sri pleading with a female bouncer. He is escorted out of the bar to a chorus of clapping from the bar. He's smiling and clearly thinks himself to be a drinking god. Div looks at me and tells me she'll go with him. I tell her I'll meet her out there. After unchecking my coat, embarassingly as people are just arriving and checking their coats, I search the bars several times until I find Ash and tell her I have to leave.
I get outside to find the line chuckling as a guy takes pictures of Sri - pants around his knees in the muddy snow with his wet clothes covered in stains.
"Sweet jesus - what the fuck?"
Div comes into view and says "Thank god! He won't get up out of the snow. He's got no money and no cabbie will take him home alone."
"Can you blame them?"
Sri attempts getting up and sees me. He starts slurring about how he's sorry I had to leave the bar.
"Just shut up Sri! We're trying to figure out what the fuck to do with you. Stay on the ground!"
Div and I start offering cabbie's $20 to take him home, which is only a $10 ride. Sri stumbles over and convinves us that the snow is sobering him up. We get him to pull up his pants and hand him the $20 so he can go ask a cabbie to take him home, seemingly sober. A cabbie agrees and Sri opens the door, only to hit himself in the head and fall into the snow bank. The line chuckles. Miraculously, the cabbie still agrees to take him.
Div and I decide to walk back to my place when we spot Ash, Christine, and Stef, who is loaded. I half carry her home, whilst she tells me how great I am but she doesn't want me to see her puke. She ends up puking and then asking innocently, "Did I make out with someone tonight?"
I still don't remember when I crossed the line from social being to intraverted nerd, but now at least I have my reasons.